Chapter 269 I create opportunities, you seize them
"I don't know." The thought form shrugged, very straightforwardly. "But it should be enough to last until I kill you."
"Such big words." Smaug slowly walked to the bell tower, a slight sneer on his face, revealing a row of sharp Dragonteeth. He mocked, "But how will you kill me? Do you still have Black Arrows?"
Bard's heart sank at these words.
The one Black Arrow had been narrowly dodged by Smaug. Now, he could only use ordinary iron arrows to attack the wound on its left chest, but the effect certainly wouldn't be as good as the Black Arrow. At most, it could injure it.
Moreover, with Smaug now on guard, they might not even be able to hit it with iron arrows.
"Yes, and more than one." The thought form looked directly into Smaug's eyes, waving a white magic wand. Three Black Arrows landed on the wooden rack next to the windlass.
"This? Where did these come from?" A string of exclamation marks floated above Bard's head. Didn't Lake-town only have one Black Arrow, the one he had preserved?
"It's a sorrowful tale!" The thought form sighed. "What do you think I've been doing all day? I searched in the lake for a long time before I finally found these three."
"Impossible, you'd have to dive at least tens of meters to reach the bottom, let alone search for things down there."
"I am a Wizard." The thought form chuckled meaningfully.
Bard was immediately speechless. Unreasonable things became perfectly reasonable when attributed to a Wizard.
"Black Arrow, windlass." Smaug gritted his teeth, roaring loudly at Aaron, "Dragon Speaker, why must you oppose me?"
To activate the Dragon Slaying Magic Crystal?
No, I definitely can't say that.
After a few seconds of silence, the thought form spoke, "I just simply think that a Dragon Slayer sounds a bit grander than a Dragon Speaker."
Smaug froze for a moment, then furiously spewed out Dragon fire.
A transparent barrier appeared again, protecting the bell tower, but it quickly became faint and flickering.
Seeing this, Smaug increased the intensity, and the Dragonfire became even more ferocious.
Bard immediately loaded a Black Arrow into the windlass and shot it fiercely at the wound on Smaug's left chest.
But this time it was on guard, blocking the Black Arrow with its wing, at the cost of a few cracks appearing in a piece of blue scale.
"Damn it." Bard angrily pounded the wall.
"You can't stop me." Smaug finished spewing a mouthful of Dragon fire and said coldly, "The magic formation is about to break. You can think of your last words, then turn to ash."
"That's not necessarily true." Aaron touched the bell tower with his magic wand, and the magic Crystal began to supply magic power to the magic formation. The barrier instantly stabilized.
Smaug was stunned, even doubting its Dragon life.
Damn it, killing people used to be effortless, but now it's so difficult.
"I will kill you, I must kill you." Smaug said, covering its chest with one hand and fiercely striking the protective shield with the other.
"What should we do?" Bard said anxiously, "There are only two Black Arrows left. We have no chance of hitting that wound."
"Opportunities are created. I'll create the opportunity, and you have to seize it." The thought form said meaningfully, then drew its bow and arrow, aiming at Smaug's right eye again.
The arrow flew out quickly. Smaug instinctively wanted to swat it away with its right claw, but before it could raise its right arm, it saw Bard, glaring intently, aiming with the windlass. It had no choice but to close its eyes.
Bang!
The iron arrow bounced off Smaug's eyelid, but it couldn't be happy at all.
"Despicable fellow." Smaug looked at Aaron speechlessly, feeling an endless sense of frustration for the first time in a battle with a human.
Hearing this, the thought form chuckled, turned and winked at Bard, "Am I despicable?"
Bard:... "Not despicable, very upright and honorable."
The thought form's eye twitched slightly. Why did you hesitate for several seconds? Was it really that difficult to tell the truth?
"You heard that, great Smaug." The thought form spread its hands. "If I had a body as big as yours, scales as hard as yours, and claws as sharp as yours, I would definitely duel you. But I don't, do I?
You can bully the small, oppress the weak, and slaughter the innocent. Why can't I... shoot you in the eye?"
Smaug blinked, then roared, raising its arms and smashing them down fiercely, "I'll kill you."
"Shoot." The thought form immediately shouted, and Bard, at that instant, adjusted the angle of the windlass and fired the second to last Black Arrow.
Bang!
The barrier was hit heavily, and a faint layer of cracks appeared.
At the same time, the Black Arrow grazed a few scales and hit Smaug's wound.
But unfortunately, some of the arrow's power was depleted, it only pierced its flesh but was not fatal.
"Ah!"
Smaug circled and flew up. The fleeing townspeople heard the Dragon's cry of Pain! and turned around to see a Black Arrow stuck in its chest.
"It hit, my dad hit it." Bain shouted excitedly.
"He hit it, he hit the Dragon." Kili shouted, "You saw it, didn't you!"
"That's a Black Arrow." Tauriel murmured, "No wonder it could pierce Dragon skin."
"Did we win?" Bofur breathed a sigh of relief, "Can we get out now?"
"No." Tauriel immediately said, "Just in case, we cannot leave the range of this magic formation until we are sure the Dragon is dead."
Smaug pulled the Black Arrow from its chest in mid-air, and large amounts of red blood spilled into the Lake-town.
It spewed flames at Lake-town, venting the monstrous rage in its heart.
"That didn't kill it?" Bard was incredulous, then looked down at the last Black Arrow. "There's only one chance left, and it will probably be even harder now."
"No matter how difficult, we have to do it!
Also, I have bad news for you, the magic formation is about to collapse."
"That really is bad news." Bard gave a bitter smile, loading the Black Arrow into the windlass.
After Smaug turned Lake-town into a sea of fire, it landed again in front of the bell tower, but it was much calmer than before.
"It's a shame, no one can kill me, no one."
"We still have one Black Arrow." The thought form said lightly, "You have no right to boast before it's fired."
Smaug's voice stopped abruptly. It immediately flapped its wings, putting distance between itself and the two.
Its wings stirred up a hurricane, interfering with the direction of the Black Arrow's shot. While flying at high speed, it spewed Dragon fire to attack the bell tower's magicformation.
"Damn it, it got smart." The thought form cursed, "Is it really that cautious? If you're so brave, come down and fight me one-on-one!"
Bard's mouth twitched, and he felt even more speechless.
Smaug almost died. Anyone with a brain would know not to take risks now.
Crack! Crack!
"Gaius, the protective shield is about to shatter."
"I know, at worst I'll use my own magic energy to supply the magic formation."
"But even so, we can only buy some breathing room. If Smaug keeps this up, it can completely wear us down."
The thought form frowned deeply. He also understood their current predicament.
After several deep breaths, the thought form turned to Bard, "You must, must, must seize the opportunity I give you."
Bard nodded heavily, "What are you going to do?"
"Of course, I'm going in myself." The thought form said with a smile, then aimed his magic wand at the lake.
"Black Arrow Accio."
A Black Arrow flew out of the lake and landed in his hand.
"Black Arrow?"
"Don't overthink it, magic spells also have limitations. I was lucky to find one, and this one is for myself." The thought form cut off Bard's wishful thinking, then raised his white magic wand.
"Expecto Patronum."
A white vortex appeared from the tip of the magic wand. Thick magic power spread outwards in circles, even suppressing the raging flames burning around them.
The white magic ripples forced Smaug back, but they couldn't break its defenses.
"Great magic, but do you think this can stop me? I am Smaug." Smaug roared.
"Of course not." The thought form shook his head, increasing his magic power output.
Roar!
A Dragon-shaped Patronus formed in the sky, radiating a sacred light all over its body.
Aaron's first Patronus was a raven, and his second Patronus was Abey — a Holy Dragon.
However, he was only a Archmage now, and the Holy Dragon Patronus he summoned was only about ten meters in size, far from comparable to Smaug.
"A second Dragon." Smaug said in surprise, "No, you are not a real Dragon, you just have the form of a Dragon."
Aaron waved his magic wand, and the Holy DragonPatronus roared as it flew towards Smaug.
"Seeking death."
Smaug opened its mouth wide and spewed out crimson flames.
The Holy Dragon Patronus was not to be outdone. A white magic formation flashed before it, and sacred white Dragonflames spewed from its mouth.
The two streams of flames collided, intertwining, evenly matched.
But the Patronus's attack consumed the caster's magicpower. The thought form felt the energy in his body rapidly draining, consuming several times the magic power it took to summon the raven.
Bard was dumbfounded, his gaze constantly shifting between Aaron and the white Dragon. "Haha! I must be dreaming, to be able to fight the Dragon Smaug to this extent."
The townspeople, who were busy fleeing, also stopped, their eyes filled with reverence. Some even knelt down in worship.
"Gaius... is he really that powerful?" Kili's eyes widened in disbelief, "Now we're sure to win."
"No." Tauriel looked at the thought form, frowning slightly, "This magic is very strong, but the consumption is also great. He is only a teenager, he won't be able to last long."
And indeed, the thought form's right hand was already trembling.
Even a Middle-Level Mage wouldn't dare to consume magicpower like this, let alone a thought form with only half its strength.
"Bard, please, please, please don't get distracted!" The thought form forced a smile, controlling the Patronus to fiercely collide with Smaug.
Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~
Two Dragons, one large and one small, fought in the night sky in the most primitive way.
Smaug had a size advantage several times that of the Holy Dragon, gaining an absolute upper hand in close combat, constantly attacking with its wings and claws, making it difficult for the Holy Dragon to maintain its form.
The thought form was tottering. In less than two minutes, his magic energy was less than a quarter left. If he continued to hold on, even he himself would disappear.
Main body, where did you go? What happened to the timely support you promised?